Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.